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Song Zhenkun's throat was a little dry.

The twelve guards from the East China Sea behind him drew their weapons almost simultaneously, and twelve swords blocked Song Zhenkun's path.

The head of the personal guards was a sixth-level Martial Venerable, and he tried to appear calm.

"Who dares to touch the deputy commander!"

Lin Feng didn't look at him.

He looked at Song Zhenkun.

Song Zhenkun rubbed his hands and legs a couple of times to wipe the sweat from his palms.

He straightened up and adjusted his out-of-shape collar.

"Raymond Lam!"

His voice suddenly rose two octaves.

"Don't be so arrogant!"

"This general is the Deputy Commander of the East Naval District and a registered general of the National Defense Commission!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, trying to intimidate everyone present.

"Article 31 of the military regulations stipulates that officers on the payroll enjoy immunity from military court trials! No one may use vigilante justice against officers on the payroll without a court-martial ruling!"

Upon hearing this, several people in the square relaxed.

The rules have been laid out.

Regardless of what Song Zhenkun did, his status remains unchanged.

The National Defense Commission is not a mere formality, and the procedures of the military courts are not just for show.

Even if Duan Hongyuan were Emperor Wu, he would still be held accountable by his superiors for privately executing a regular general in front of thousands of people.

Song Zhenkun saw those relaxed expressions and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Song Zhenkun".

Duan Hongyuan spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but the loudspeaker array in the square made sure every word was clearly audible.

"Your nephew, Song Jiao, used living people to refine pills in the restricted area and destroyed the Zhenlongtai altar. The instructions recorded in the communication talisman say 'Notify the head of the family.'"

Duan Hongyuan paused for a moment.

"The 'head of the family' that Song Jiao mentioned, are you?"

Song Zhenkun pursed his lips.

"I don't know what Song Jiao did..."

"Don't know?" Duan Hongyuan interrupted him.

"You approved the East Sea Naval Region's participation quota. You signed the pass to enter the restricted area. The Bai family's formation-breaking talisman was sent in through the East Sea Naval Region's channels."

Duan Hongyuan tapped his finger on the table.

"You've memorized Article 31 of the military regulations quite well. How about I read Article 97 to you?"

Song Zhenkun's face froze.

"Those who endanger the safety of the Dragon Kingdom's ley lines, collude with external forces to destroy military seals, and cause irreparable strategic losses."

Duan Hongyuan lowered his voice.

"Emperor Wu had the right to execute on the spot without the need for a military court or trial."

These three didn't need to fall, and the last bit of color drained from Song Zhenkun's face.

Those who had just breathed a sigh of relief in the square began to catch their breath again.

Article 97.

This is the most severe clause in the military regulations of the Dragon Kingdom.

Because it was too heavy, no one used it for decades, and many people even forgot it existed.

Duan Hongyuan hadn't forgotten.

Song Zhenkun's lips moved twice.

He wanted to bring out something else: connections within the National Defense Commission, influence in the four major war zones, and the prestige of the powerful families in Beijing.

But these things are worthless in the face of Article 97.

Many images flashed through his mind.

Song Jiao used living people to soak in a blood pool inside the restricted area.

The Bai family buried the formation-breaking talisman in the Dui position altar.

Everything points to him.

They can't escape.

It can't be washed off.

Song Zhenkun's chest suddenly bulged.

boom!

The blood and qi of a fifth-level Martial Saint exploded from his body.

Song Zhenkun's hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Martial Saint, Fifth Dan.

The oppressive aura emanating from this level spread across the plaza, causing those in the front rows to look embarrassed.

Several referees at the Martial Venerable Realm were so overwhelmed that their knees went weak and their faces lost most of their color.

"Trying to take advantage of me?"

Song Zhenkun reached to his waist and pulled out a dark silver battle axe.

SS level.

Mountain splitting ax.

The moment the runes on the axe lit up, the temperature in the entire square dropped by two degrees.

"You'll all suffer a lot too!"

He gripped the axe with both hands, pushed off with his feet, and shot forward explosively.

It wasn't heading towards Lin Feng.

It's a teleportation array heading towards the east side of the plaza.

As long as he steps onto the teleportation array and activates the emergency teleportation program, he can return directly to the East China Sea.

Once you're on your own turf, you have a chance to survive.

Song Zhenkun calculated it very clearly.

But he overlooked one thing.

Hey!

The dragon's roar exploded from the east side.

The giant tail of the Netherworld Dragon lashed down from the sky, its body twisting in an arc.

The force of the dragon's tail compressed the air, and the whistling sound was so loud it hurt people's eardrums.

boom!

The teleportation array shattered.

The array plate, array pillars, and array base were all swept to dust by the dragon's tail.

Fragments flew in all directions, scattering all over the ground.

Song Zhenkun abruptly stopped in his tracks.

There's no way out.

His teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding, and he turned to face Lin Feng.

"Okay! Okay, okay!"

Song Zhenkun said "good" three times in a row, but his voice had already changed.

He raised the axe overhead with both hands.

All the vital energy of the fifth-level Martial Saint was poured into the Mountain-Splitting Axe.

The runes lit up, and a layer of grayish-white aura rose from the surface of the dark silver axe.

The axe blade extends outwards from its edge.

Ten meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters.

A hundred-meter-long gray-white axe-shaped beam of light hung in mid-air, pressing down on the entire square and causing it to tremble.

The martial arts representatives around were forced back by the axe wind, and two of them vomited blood on the spot. An older referee's legs went weak and he sat down on the ground, coughing while clutching his chest.

A full-force strike from a fifth-level Martial Saint.

Everyone was waiting for Duan Hongyuan to make his move.

The Martial Emperor could defeat the Martial Saint with a single palm strike.

Duan Hongyuan didn't move.

He stood behind him, his hands behind his back, looking at Lin Feng.

The two had agreed beforehand that Lin Feng would personally eliminate the thief.

He lifted the crimson-gold spear from the ground.

He took a step forward.

Blood and qi surged from the body and flowed into the gun barrel along the meridians.

The tip of the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear lit up, and crimson gold light spread from the spearhead to the spear's tail.

The third form of "The Great Wilderness Subduing Dragon Style".

The Great Wilderness Meteorite.

Lin Feng twisted his waist 180 degrees, and in that instant, all his muscles, bones, blood, and mental energy were compressed into a single point.

That point is on the tip of the gun.

The gun was thrust out.

boom!

The crimson-gold spear energy and the gray-white axe light collided head-on in mid-air.

The shockwave exploded outwards from the point of impact, ripping off the paving stones of the entire square.

The shield array in the front row of the VIP seats lit up briefly and then vibrated with a buzzing sound.

Point of impact.

The gray-white axe blades were pressing down frantically.

The crimson-gold spear energy surged upwards wildly.

The two forces intertwined, compressing the air into a tangible form, leaving the rubble suspended in mid-air, neither rising nor falling.

A hint of smugness flashed across Song Zhenkun's face.

The difference between a Martial Saint at level 5 and a Martial Venerable at level 5 is an entire major realm.

Even if Lin Feng is abnormal and his physical body is tough, his blood and qi concentration cannot cross this threshold.

He began to increase his strength.

As he pressed his hands down, the runes on the Mountain-Splitting Axe shone even brighter.

The axe blade was widened by two meters.

The crimson-gold spear energy was forced back half an inch.

Song Zhenkun's lips just started to curl upwards.

Click.

The sound was very soft.

But everyone present heard it.

Song Zhenkun glanced down at the Mountain-Splitting Axe.

A crack appeared on the axe blade.

His pupils contracted.

How is that possible?

This axe is SS-grade! It's on par with Bai Xiuzhe's Zhanye axe!

Click!

The cracks spread from the blade to the axe body at an absurdly fast speed.

Lin Feng's crimson-gold spear aura has changed.

The spear energy, which was originally thrusting straight forward, suddenly began to rotate, spiraling and drilling into the axe beam.

They crawled inside.

A crimson-gold spiral passed through the middle of the gray-white axe-like light.

boom!

The axe blade was torn in two from the middle.

The blade of the Mountain-Splitting Axe was completely shattered, and fragments flew to both sides.

Song Zhenkun's tiger's mouth split open at the same time, and fresh blood gushed out.

The force of the recoil pushed him backward dozens of meters.

Song Zhenkun looked down at the half-broken axe handle in his hand, his mouth agape, but no sound came out.

A full-force strike from a fifth-level Martial Saint.

He was defeated by a Martial Venerable.

Thousands of people in the square watched this scene, and even the sound of swallowing was amplified tenfold.

Lin Feng didn't give him time to recover.

He retracted the crimson-gold spear and leaped into the air.

Thirty-six Starfall Nine Calamity Blades shot out from his sleeve.

Silver throwing knives formed a strangulation array in mid-air, simultaneously slashing at Song Zhenkun's limbs from six directions.

Song Zhenkun desperately activated his protective qi.

The thickness of the martial saint's fifth-level qi supported a layer of grayish-white light shell all over his body.

The first throwing knife struck the light shell.

Ding.

She wasn't wearing anything.

The second one.

Ding.

A crack appeared.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The protective aura shell shattered.

The throwing knives that followed did not pause for a moment. The silver arc precisely sliced ​​into Song Zhenkun's elbow joint, knee joint, and the junction of his shoulder blade.

Puff puff puff puff—

The muffled thuds came one after another.

Song Zhenkun's limbs were neatly severed.

His arms drooped, his legs bent, and he fell forward.

He hasn't fallen to the ground yet.

Lin Feng landed from the sky.

Right foot.

He stepped on Song Zhenkun's dantian.

Click.

That voice was so familiar.

Bai Xiuzhe had heard of it.

Song Jiao had heard of it.

Now it's Song Zhenkun's turn.

His Qi Sea was shattered, his meridians were severed, and the cultivation he had accumulated over decades at the fifth level of Martial Saint was gone.

Song Zhenkun's screams rose from the bottom of his throat, heart-wrenching and agonizing.

He collapsed to the ground, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

The qi and blood dissipate outward from the dantian quickly.

In just a few seconds, the former Martial Saint, a fifth-level expert, became an ordinary person.

wrong.

They're not even as good as ordinary people.

An average person has at least all four limbs intact.

Lin Feng pulled his foot back and looked down at Song Zhenkun on the ground.

Song Zhenkun's eyes were still rolling. He was spitting out blood and foam, mumbling something incoherently.

Lin Feng didn't listen carefully.

"Go to the underworld and reason with them."

The crimson gold spear swept across.

puff.

A head shot skyward.

Blood gushed from the broken end, splattering the two rows of floor tiles in front of it.

The head spun twice in mid-air before landing on the ground and rolling several times.

Song Zhenkun's face was up, his eyes were still wide open, and his mouth was half open.

Deputy Commander of the East Naval District.

Martial Saint, Fifth Dan.

died.

He died from the gunshot wound of an eighteen-year-old lieutenant.

The square remained silent for who knows how many seconds.

Finally, someone's legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground.

The remaining guards from the East Sea remained lying on the ground. Not one of them dared to stand up.

Duan Hongyuan walked over from behind.

He glanced at Song Zhenkun's corpse, then at the head that had rolled into the corner.

He didn't say anything unnecessary.

He turned to face the entire square.

"Everyone present here is a witness to what has happened today."

"The Bai family colluded with the Eastern Navy to deliberately damage the seal on Zhenlongtai, endangering the safety of the Dragon Kingdom's ley lines. Those involved are: Bai Xiuzhe (executed), Bai Xiao and Bai He (executed), Bai Wangshu (executed), Song Jiao (executed), and Song Zhenkun (executed)."

He pressed his hand down.

"The Northern Military Region team, with 7.65 million points, is ranked first overall. They are the champions of this competition."